A hidden femininity is beginning to blossom in me. I’m a closeted CD/transgirl—shy, sweet, and curious, learning to explore a side of myself that has been waiting a long time.

My hair is longish and dark, brushing around big eyes framed with soft lashes. I’m slender through the shoulders and waist, but my body softens into fuller thighs and a round bottom that I’ve always felt gives me a feminine shape. My skin is smooth, and I carry myself with a quiet softness. My voice is gentle, low, and feminine, the kind that belongs to someone who blushes easily.

I move slowly and carefully, needing time to feel a connection, to build anticipation. I like the idea of lingering conversations that stretch late into the night, of a voice that stays with me after a call ends, of the way tension grows when something is left just out of reach. I’m not looking to rush into anything—I want to be pursued, enticed, and slowly undone by a man who knows how to lead.

The men who stir me most are confident, masculine, and patient. Men who enjoy the process of guiding someone shy into her femininity, who take delight in the sweetness of hesitation, and who know that what’s hidden can be the most rewarding to uncover.